A well fortified manor. Guards outline doors to hallways that seem to go on forever. A long horseshoe shaped table of stained black wood sits in the middle of the room. It’s sanded with such care that it feels like cold glass.

The silence is broken by the loud swinging open of the hall doors. The guards recoil and aim their spears at the door. Everyone is momentarily afraid.

The guards look puzzled at one another. “Did he just ask us?” They mumble and argue quietly for a second.